Sundays Medicine
dig down to the earth here outside lose my mind here any day now don't be sad we're only half way there o no that's what I call home you remember the hills we slithered down "I'm not going anywhere" you lied hell on my own hell here on my own & don't go imagining that time is medicine mark those days & swallow your pills proud of my wise head on young shoulders too bad there was nothing there at all hell on my own hell here on my own & it was such a really cold hand I held as the wind sighed "I'm not going & how could I lie?" just be glad there's no way back there I need another look at before though heaven knows how I'd ever make my way back there & I need another look at before although heaven knows how I'd ever make my way back there now I know it's hopeless & I realise it's nowhere hell here on my own
